Throwback Thursday: the house you grew up in? #TBT

[#1]

It's Thursday!

Here is a picture of Suðurgata 23. This is the house my parents lived in when I was born and I grew up living there until I was 11 years old. My older brothers had rooms in the basement . My sister and I had our rooms on the 2nd floor (or 3rd floor if you count the basement as the first floor). This house is in Hafnarfjörður, Iceland and still stands. I´ve got many fond memories from that house...

Soooo, tell us about the house you grew up in :)

Let’s make it a great Thursday!

KGM

[Stephen_Lugton]

Unfortunately I don't have any photos of the house I first lived in in New Zealand, but this is my parent's house where I lived from the age of 7 (with my car), my 8 year old daughter loves going there and playing in the places I played at her age.

We're not going to be able to visit them there much longer as they told us last month that they're thinking of moving to somewhere smaller and easier to maintain.

[Kristian Klima]

Google Streetview to the rescue - sadly it can't go decades back but it hasn't changed much :) 

This unassuming apartment block was my home for quite a few years. My apartment windows are obscured by the tree... and there used to be two evergreens so close you could reach out and grab a pinecone. Also, it does look like a typical prefab housing estate but it's not. It did use prefab steel/concrete panels but outer walls were from some composite light bricks with excellent thermal properties.

And the building was strategically located... I could literally see into my classroom as the school was 5 mins walk away if I took it really slowly. My mother worked further 2 minutes away.

[Barbara Szczesniak]

Thanks for the Google Streetview idea, @Kristian Klima. 

This is the house where I lived from when I was 4 - 11. We bought it brand new in 1969, when it was a dark green. It also didn't have a front porch—just 3 cement steps up to the front door. 4 bedroom, 1 1/2 bathrooms for 8 people. 

The 1/4-acre lot was huge to us when we were little, but it looks so small now. We never had a fence, so you could look all the way down the street in the back yards, so that may have made it seem larger. We might use 4 yards to play hide-and-seek.

My dad planted those trees in the front yard. They might have been 8 feet tall at the time. 

[Mladenka Vukmirovic]

[Susan Waldrip]

Gosh, I hadn't seen my childhood home for years, not sure I'd even recognize it except for the location on the street! When we moved there in 1973, it was a new development area and I loved playing in the woods behind the house. It was considered waaaaay out in the boonies at that time, about a 1/2-hour ride into town to get to the grocery store; now it's listed as being located in the "historical" part of town, how funny. It was peaceful, great place for a kids to grow up and stay (mostly) out of trouble.

[Dave Mathijs]

This is the house I grew up in, a bungalow built in 1971.

Now, it will be for sale as my mother passed away on February 12. 😪

[Kristján Geir Mathiesen]

Oh sorry to hear that, @Dave Mathijs  My sincere condolences to you and your family.

[Amanda Barber]

So sorry to hear this, @Dave Mathijs 💜

My childhood home looks a lot different now, but the bones are the same. My dad had his own photography business in the front portion of the house (on the left of this photo), and we lived in the upstairs and back half. I have fond memories of hosting all of our family parties in "the studio" and the odor of photo developing in the darkroom. 📸

[John Funk]

I don't have photos handy of the house I grew up in either. But it was on the edge of a university campus so it was easy to walk to many good things. I lived there until I went off to college. My mother passed away back in 2020 and sadly it is now the site of several apartment buildings after they bulldozed it. So many memories of that house and the neighborhood. 

[Susan Waldrip]

Hi @Dave Mathijs , I'm so sorry to hear about your mother's passing. I hope you have a lot of great memories of her and this beautiful bungalow.

[Tomislav Tobijas _Koios_]

I barely remember the first house/place I grew up. I think we were there until I was 6 and then moved to another house which is still the place my parents live in at the moment.

I searched for the house address for that place in my first years and it seems it hasn't changed much 😅

You even cannot see it from the street as you first need to enter this little 'backyard' and there are two or 3 different entrances there.

TBO, I'm quite surprised someone didn't sell the parcel and let them make an urban villa or something (it's quite popular these days).

[Kai Krause]

Im afraid i have no picture of it, so the internet musst deliver :D 

[Stephen_Lugton]

Sorry to hear that @Dave Mathijs hope you and the rest of your family are ok

[Kristján Geir Mathiesen]

Takk everyone for your memories. 

[Dan Breyen]

I grew up in the house across the cornfield from where I live now.  I shared a room upstairs with my brother, and our room was also the guest room, so if company stayed over, the extra bed was in our room as well. My sister had her bedroom on the opposite end of the hall from ours.

We had a bit of a downhill on one side of the house, so that made for a nice little sliding hill in the winter, and there was enough room in the side yard to play a game of football or baseball.

[Trudy Claspill]

My dad built our house after my older brother was born and before I was born. I lived in that house until I left for university. My parents sold it a few years after I moved out.

It didn't look at all like this when I lived there. There was not a deck, or the pathways, or any of the landscaping shown.

My room was the one pointed to by the arrow.

I have so many good memories of that house. One of the things I loved about it was the large brick fireplace in the center of the house. The brick back wall of the fireplace was exposed so that heat would radiate from it to the rest of the house.

[Tuncay Senturk]

The picture may not be striking, but this tiny house (in the red rectangle) holds a decade of my childhood—78 to 88—without sunlight, yet filled with warmth. I reminisce about those years with joy, not woe.